Lyrics:
has risen from the grave
Catholic schoolgirls have thrown away their mascara
They chain themselves to the axles of big Mack trucks
The sky is
risen from the grave.
Catholic schoolgirls have thrown away their mascara,
They chain themselves to the axles of big Mack trucks,
The sky is filled with
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee prepares
And now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed
Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn't know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
Local
And now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed
Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn' t know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
party with you
Girl I wanna party with you
I've got the girls in the truck 'bout six chicks deep
And you know girls we rollin' with is straight sexy
the poster child for
Happy is as happy does
Grab a six-string, find a rope swing
Hang a palm tree in your truck
Drink a beer just because
Steal a slow
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
As the village children fight each other for their share
And the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creek
I'm just a country boy, I drive a four-by-four
It's usually covered in mud, from the axle to the door
It's a little banged up, a little too much rust
feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeways, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just
feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeways, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just
In a pickup truck we bought in 1962
And paid each month till it belonged to me and you
The cardboard boxes in the back hold everything we own
Things
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee
in might
Flames light sky engines take flight
Trucks collidin chaos in the air
Lucas scream loud feelin no despair
Axles bend frames twist can't stop
Now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed
Now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed
a six-pack of Natty
Aww nice
She had a sweet little southern twang
Said, we don't have to talk about forever things
For tonight maybe we could just hang
girls and hookers
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar, yes I do
I like my truck (I like my truck)
An'
It's uhh November 6th, 1945 and we went up to
And uhh, back to the house and watched MTV
And playin' Pac-Man it's all really gross
And all
and a pickup truck.
I left my farm on the freeway.
They're busy building airports on the south side
Silicon chip factory on the east.
And the big road's
Dump truck
Dump truck
You put the D with ump
and the tru- with the Ku-ku-ku
Ignition on when it's time to construct
I said Standard, Transfer, Truck
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat way back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
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